A/N: After Chapter 27 went up, there was a HUGE response in the reviews to keep the double point of views, so that is how the story will remain for now on! To be honest, writing that one chapter in only one point of view felt odd. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent
Tris POV
A certain relief washes over me when I park in my driveway, and walk inside. I go straight up to my room without saying anything to my mom or my brother, and shut the door behind me. I'm not usually like this, but ever since that phone call I've just wanted to be alone.
And now I am. I told myself that I would never cry over a boy but the pain that I've kept bottled inside for the past few hours with the girls has grown stronger, and at this point it all just comes out.
Tears pour out involuntarily at this point. I don't really know why I'm crying; we didn't break up, I'm the one who said to give it time. Yet I can't control myself anymore, and just lay here to sob.
Eventually, there is a knock on my door. "Go away please," I say.
"Honey, are you alright?" It's my mom checking up on me, she probably can hear the sobs from downstairs.
"I'm fine," I lie. I can't explain to her the real reason, I can't relive it again.
I can tell that she stands there a while, because it is a few minutes until I hear her footsteps walking away. I start crying harder; what is wrong with me? I think what hurts the most is that I still love him, and things may never be right between us again. And it's my fault.
I hear whispers outside soon after I shooed my mom away; probably her and my brother talking. For a good reason too, I've never been this upset about anything. Throughout everything, being bullied every day, my dad leaving; none of it was as painful as this.
I don't know how much time has passed until another knock comes. An hour maybe, two? Anyways, they know to stay out so I don't even answer. The tears are still coming strong, and I start to wonder if they'll ever run out.
What surprises me, is that I hear the door open. I don't look, just bury my head into a pillow and continue to sob there. The person sits down beside me, and starts to rub my neck. I can tell immediately by the hands that this isn't my mother, or my brother. I finally look up, out of curiosity, and see someone I didn't expect.
Tobias.
I want to bury my head back into the pillow, cry even harder at his sight, but I can't seem to take my eyes off of him. He is outfitted in a full tux, roses in one hand. I look around, and now there are at least two-dozen heart shaped balloons scattered around my ceiling. I am actually, absolutely speechless.
"Oh, 'til we make this right," he says.
"Oh, I won't say good night," I respond in almost a whisper.
A/N: Peace by O.A.R.
"Come here," he says, and I hug him tighter than ever before. I hold him tight because now I know what it feels like to let him go. At his touch, all of the aching and stabbing within me vanishes; now comes the tingling, electrifying sensation that I've come to love.
"I'm sorry, I'm wrinkling your tux," I say, finally pulling away. The tears have stopped on their own.
Tobias laughs, and says, "Do you really think I care about the tux?"
I laugh too, and say, "I suppose not."
He start to run his fingers through my hair, saying, "Tris."
"Tobias," I say each time in response.
He looks up at me, tears in his eyes, and says, "I'm sorry."
I open my mouth to apologize too, but he continues on, "I don't know what I was saying, Zeke just got me so mad that I didn't even think about how I was treating you. I do need you." His tears start to flow silently.
"I need you too, Tobias," I say, my tears coming back. Not sadness, though. A new sort of happiness, because I know right now that I will have him back.
"I cried for hours after you hung up," he says as tears continue to flow, "I'd tell myself that it's okay, that we didn't break up, but then I'd think about all of the things that could never happen because of that stupid thing I said and sob even harder."
"I made things right with Zeke," he continues, "And now I need to make things right between us."
"I am so sorry," I say, hugging him again. He wraps his arms around me as well; we are giving each other strength right now.
"I can't believe that I said that we should take a break," I sob, "I can't believe I let you go."
"I was so stupid," we both say at once, and then laugh.
"Here," he says after a while, "I have something for you."
He pulls away from our embrace, and takes something out of his pocket. He takes my hand and puts it inside. When I look, I see a red foam cutout of a heart, about half the size of my palm.
"I'm giving you my heart," he says, "And no matter what happens, if we fight again or yell or cry, I want you to know that you have it and always will."
At this point, I can't even form words to thank him, or tell him how special this gesture is. All I can do is put my hand on the back of his neck and pull our lips together.
I kiss him hard, and he returns it with the same force eagerly. We move together in rhythm, and it isn't long until I slip my tongue into his mouth. Soon it becomes even more passionate, the immediate rush has slowed down to a kiss that is slower, yet ardent and hungry.
I know that I should pull away, but I don't really want to. I am not getting that same twinge of nervousness in my stomach that usually comes when things get more heated like they are now. We are now on top of each other, lying on my bed making out with the door closed but no fear exists. Right now, I am pure energy.
Eventually, Tobias is the one that pulls away. We are both breathing heavy, but look at him lustfully, and I see the same glint in his eyes as well. But I know that we can't.
"I love you," he says when we finally catch our breath.
"I love you so so much," I say.
Tobias POV
I pull up to Tris's house, and am more nervous than I thought was possible. What if she tells me that we should break up? No, that can't happen. I start to take the trash bags filled with balloons out of my car, and with roses in hand, I knock on the front door.
Mrs. Prior answers the door. "Four!" she says, "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to Tris," I say, palms sweating.
"You can if she'll let you. She's been in her room crying since she got home, I'm not sure why. Maybe you'll be able to cheer her up," she says.
"Hopefully," I say.
"What is in those bags?" she asks.
"Balloons," I say.
"Let me help you with those," she says, and grabs two to take inside. I carry the others and set them down in the living room.
"You!" Caleb says and jumps up when he sees me, "Are you the one that made my sister cry? If you are, I'm going to punch the living daylights out of you."
"Calm down, Caleb," Mrs. Prior says before he can do anything.
"I'm going to try and talk to her," I say.
"Good luck," Mrs. Prior says, "It's getting late, so if I'm asleep when you're done talking then just lock the door behind you."
"Will do, thank you," I say, and with that I head upstairs.
I can hear the sobs as I walk up the stairs, and I feel guilty; I know that it is all because of me. Every cry, every tear: it's all my fault. I knock on the door lightly when I get to her room. The cries don't stop to respond, so after a second of contemplation I open the door anyways.
When I open the door I see Tris laying on her bed, crying into a pillow. The room otherwise is relatively neat, and much more neutral and less pink than you'd expect for a girl. But I should've seen that coming; Tris isn't like any of the other girls.
I pull in the trash bags behind me, and open them to release the heart balloons. Tris doesn't even look up; she must not know that I'm here. Once they are all open, the entire ceiling is covered in balloons; everything right now is going according to plan.
Then, with roses in hand, I sit down on Tris's bed next to her, and begin to rub her neck. This is something my mother used to do to calm me down, and it always worked. It must work for Tris too, because the tears start to lessen and she looks up.
Her face is red, eyes swollen and hair tangled, an appearance that only comes with hours of crying. My heart breaks at the sight of her; I did this to her. I watch her as she looks around the room, looking at me and what I have done for her.
"Oh, 'til we make this right," I say. I'm not trying to trick her, I know that she will get it; we've referenced this song before. I say it because I want her to understand the meaning, I want her to know that we aren't over.
"Oh, I won't say good night," she says in a whisper. She is still crying a bit, but it is silent now.
"Come here," I say, and she gives me the biggest hug. I return it with the same bone crushing power that was delivered, and I have to admit that it feels amazing to have her in my arms. I thought I lost her forever, but she's right here with me. The same electrifying feeling that occurs every time we touch runs through me, but in this moment it feels stronger than any time before.
"I'm sorry, I'm wrinkling your tux," she says.
I laugh at this, as if my tux is the biggest problem in the world right now. "Do you really think I care about the tux?" I ask.
She laughs, and says, "I suppose not."
I suddenly can't take the distance between us anymore. I want to kiss her, or at least hug her again, but I know that I haven't fixed things yet. I look at her face; it is still red, but she isn't crying anymore. Her eyes though, are still that beautiful stormy blue grey. Her hair is still that beautiful blonde. I start to run my fingers through her hair, saying her name, and each time she says my name in response.
I can't take it anymore though, I want to be able to hold her and kiss her again. I want her to be mine again, no matter what it has to happen. I look up at her, tears threatening to fall, and say, "I'm sorry."
"I don't know what I was saying, Zeke just got me so mad that I didn't even think about how I was treating you. I do need you," I say. I put into words my thoughts from the past few hours. I knew I wouldn't have to think out this part beforehand, it is all coming so naturally.
"I need you too, Tobias," she says, now crying again.
"I cried for hours after you hung up," I say, "I'd tell myself that it's okay, that we didn't break up, but then I'd think about all of the things that could never happen because of that stupid thing I said and sob even harder." Now we're both crying.
"I made things right with Zeke," I continue, "And now I need to make things right between us."
"I am so sorry," she says, and hugs me again. I have longed for this feeling, I can't imagine life without her. I know it all sounds cheesy, or cliché, but she is my everything.
"I can't believe that I said that we should take a break," she says, sobbing now, "I can't believe I let you go."
"I was so stupid," we both say at once, and then laugh.
We cry onto each other's shoulders for a while, not out of sadness, but out of happiness that we are together again. Then I remember the last piece of my plan. "Here," I say, "I have something for you."
I pull away from the hug, and take the heart out of my pocket. I give it to Tris, and she looks at it, turning it in her palm a few times.
"I'm giving you my heart," I say, "And no matter what happens, if we fight again or yell or cry, I want you to know that you have it and always will."
She looks up at me, and I can see the pure love in her eyes. I know that I fixed things, and I am so happy that I would've started to cry again if she hadn't pulled me into a kiss.
The kiss is more forceful than those we'd shared previously. Before, they came from the right moment, soft and gentle. Now, we kiss because we need each other, and we need to be close. The kiss deepens, and I know that this is exactly the way things were meant to be.
I know that things are getting more heated, and I am wondering whether I should pull away before I make Tris uncomfortable. Yet, in this kiss, there seems to be no hesitation. I finally decide to be the one to pull back.
We are both breathing heavy, after that kiss, it was the most intense things have ever felt between us. I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy it. I look into her eyes, and see something I've never seen before; lust. Tris wasn't nervous at all, which is new for her.
"I love you," I say, everything I've been thinking.
"I love you so so much," she says, and pulls me in for another kiss.
A/N: Reviews voted for them to make up! I hope you all enjoyed, and I hope that was a cute enough way to apologize. Anyways, leave me a review telling me what you thought, and what you think should happen next!